The pain of betrayal, combined with the uncertainties of inheritance and responsibility, can create an almost unbearable burden. Such is the case in the heart-wrenching story of one woman, who finds herself facing an unexpected dilemma after the death of her husband.
She explained what happened.
My husband passed away almost three years ago, leaving me a solo mom of an 8-year-old. I’ve learned a lot about who he really was since then. Let’s just say that if he were alive, we wouldn’t still be married.
About six weeks ago, a process server showed up trying to serve him with a court order to submit DNA for a kid. I gave him a copy of the death certificate and sent him on his way.
Shortly after that, a woman showed up on my doorstep saying that the kid she had with her was my late husband’s child. Is it? I don’t know and I don’t care. It kind of looks like him, but also looks young enough that they would have had to have been conceived very, very shortly before his death.
I told her that he was gone and where she could find his grave. She almost immediately started demanding “her half” of his estate. I laughed and told her that half of nothing was nothing, and she was welcome to that.
